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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.