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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.