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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.