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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.