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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.