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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.