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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.