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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Can,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.