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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.