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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.