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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.