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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.