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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.