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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.