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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.