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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.