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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.