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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.