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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Scion,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.