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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.