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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.