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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.