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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.