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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Standells,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.