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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 L. Decosne 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.