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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The American Breed,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.