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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.