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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.