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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.