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 Iran 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.