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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.