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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.