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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.