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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.