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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.