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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.