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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.