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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.