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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.