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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.