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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.