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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.