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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.