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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.