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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Can,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
UT,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.