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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.