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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Organ,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.