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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.