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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s 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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.