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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.