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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.