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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.