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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.