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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.