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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.