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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.