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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.