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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.