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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.