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 Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
DNA,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.