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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.