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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soul II Soul 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.