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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.