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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.