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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.