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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.