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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.