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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.