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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
MDC,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.