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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.