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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.