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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.