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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.