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 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.