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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.