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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.