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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
UT,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.