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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Names,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.