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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.