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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.