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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.