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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.