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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.