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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.