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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.