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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.