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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.