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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Names,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.