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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.