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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.