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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.