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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.