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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
X-101,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.