Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.