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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.