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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.