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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.