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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.