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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.