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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.