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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.