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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.