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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.