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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.