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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
PIL,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.