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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.