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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.