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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.