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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.