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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.