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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.