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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.