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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.