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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Organ,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.