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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.