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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.