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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.