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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.