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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.