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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.