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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.