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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Television,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.