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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.