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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.