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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.