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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.