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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.