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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.