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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.