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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Rakim,
the Association,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.