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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
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.