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 Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.