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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.