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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.