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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.