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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
cv313,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.