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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.