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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.