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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.