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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.