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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.