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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.