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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.