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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.