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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.