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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Television,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.