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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.