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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Litter,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.