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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.