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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.