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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.