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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.