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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.