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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.