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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Audionom,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.