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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.