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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Television,
Cameo,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.