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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.