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 Lesotho 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 Lille and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Crime,
Skriet,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.