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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.