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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
UT,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.