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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.