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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.