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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.