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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.