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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.