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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.