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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.