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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Can,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.