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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.