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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.