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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.