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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
ABC,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.