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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.