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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.