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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.