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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.