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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.