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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.