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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.