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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.