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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.