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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.