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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.