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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.