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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
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Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.