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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.