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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.