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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.