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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.