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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.