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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.