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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.