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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.