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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.