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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.