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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.