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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.