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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.