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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.