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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Happenings,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.