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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.