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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.