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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
MC5,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.