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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.