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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.