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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.