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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.