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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.