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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.