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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.