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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Monks,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.