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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Index,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.