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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.