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 France and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.