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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.