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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.