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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Excepter,
10cc,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.