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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.