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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.