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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 organ 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Hashim,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.