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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Japan,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.