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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.