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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.