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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.