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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
UT,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.