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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.