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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Wings,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.