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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.