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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 UT to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.