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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.