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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.