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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.