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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.