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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Faust,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.