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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
ABC,
cv313,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.