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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.