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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.