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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.