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 Chile 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.