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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.