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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Wire,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.