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 Ireland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Can,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.