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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
UT,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.