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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
the Association,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.