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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.