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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.