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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.