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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.