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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Index,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.