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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
ABC,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.