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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.