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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.