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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.