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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.