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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.