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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.