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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.