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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.