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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.