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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.