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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.