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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.