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 Spain and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.