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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.