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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.