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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.