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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.