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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.