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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.