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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Symarip,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.