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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Mars,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Organ,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.