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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.