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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.