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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.