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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.