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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.