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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
X-101,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.