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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.