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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.