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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.