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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.