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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.