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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Scion,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Organ,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.