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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.