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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
PIL,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Slits,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.