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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.