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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.