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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.