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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Move,
the Slits,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Deakin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.