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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.