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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alison Limerick 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.