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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Franke,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.