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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.