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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.