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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.