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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Monks,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.