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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.