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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.