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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.