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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.