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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Move,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.