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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.