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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.