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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.