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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.