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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.