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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.