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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.