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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
New Order,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.