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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.