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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.