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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.