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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.