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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.