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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.