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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.