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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
X-101,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.