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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.