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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.