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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Television,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.