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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.