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 East Timor and from London.
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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Q65,
PIL,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.