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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
UT,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.