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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.