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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.