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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.