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 Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.