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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.