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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.