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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.