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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.