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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.