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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.