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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.