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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.