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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.