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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.