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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.