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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
a-ha,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.