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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Pole,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Television,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.