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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.