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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.