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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.