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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.