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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.