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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.