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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.