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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Main Source 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.