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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.