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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.