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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Television,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.