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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.