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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.