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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.