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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.