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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Japan,
June Days,
Wire,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.