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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Index,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.