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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.