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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.