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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.