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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
10cc,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.