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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.