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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.