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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.