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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.