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 Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 techno 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Wire,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.