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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.