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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.