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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.