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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.