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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Clear Light 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.