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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.