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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.