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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.