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 France and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.