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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.