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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.