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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.