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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Lalann,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.