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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.