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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Television,
10cc,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.