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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.