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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.