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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.