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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.