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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.