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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.