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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.