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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.