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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.