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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.