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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.