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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Monks,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.