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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.