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 Estonia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.