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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.