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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.