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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.