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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.