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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.