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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.