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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.