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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.