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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.