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 London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.