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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
UT,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.