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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.