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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.