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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.