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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.