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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
10cc,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.