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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.