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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.