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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.