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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Japan,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.