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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.