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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.