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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.