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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Aswad,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.