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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.