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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.