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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.