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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.