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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.