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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.