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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Marmalade,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.