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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Index,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.