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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.