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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Can,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Gong,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.