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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.