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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.