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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.