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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.