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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.