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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.