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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.