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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.