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 Georgia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.