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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.