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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.