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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
MC5,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.