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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.