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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.