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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Slave,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.