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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.