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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.