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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.