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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.