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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.