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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.