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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.