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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.