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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.