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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.