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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Make Up,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
MC5,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.