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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.