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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Slave,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.