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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.