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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.