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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.