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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.