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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.