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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.