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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.