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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.