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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.