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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.