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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.