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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.