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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Visage,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.