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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Organ,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.