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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.