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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.