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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.