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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.