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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.