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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.