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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.