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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.