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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.