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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.