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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.