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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Can,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.