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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.