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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.