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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.