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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Slave,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.