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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.