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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Rakim,
Q65,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.