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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Gories,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.