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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Visage,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.