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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.