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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.