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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Organ,
MDC,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.