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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.