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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.