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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.