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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.