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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.