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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Nas,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.