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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.