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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.