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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
New Order,
Model 500,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.