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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.