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 London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.