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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.