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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.