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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Erasure,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.