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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.