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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
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.