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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Index,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.